Chapter 49

"Um..."

"Stone," Rohan said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How they react to external threat."

"Like Drio's axe is party time for them?"

"It's iron. It renders them incapable of-" He jabbed a finger at the demon. "That."

Talk about stone-cold killer. Drio's ax now did nothing on the demon, who had, in his rage, seized Drio by the shoulder with his remaining pincer, grinding his long claws into Drio's flesh.

I flinched at the loud snap of Drio's shoulder breaking.

The blood drained from his face and he grit his teeth so hard that the tendons in his neck stood out in sharp relief. His agony must have been incredible but the freak didn't cry out. Using his good hand, Drio awkwardly attempted to jam the axe blade between his skin and the demon's pincer. Like a lever, using it to try and pry the pincers open.

The remaining sakacha converged on them but Rohan jumped into their midst, a human Ginsu knife of slicing and dicing.

Right, his blades were iron.